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Monday, 1 June 2009

We had this very sad story in the last days and I wanted to tell you about the fate of the birds.

I think, it's similar for many nations to imagine the life of the birds as something ideal, romantique, good. Russians, for example, compare pigeons with a loving married couple, swans as sweethearts etc.

From the time I live here I can observe the life of pigeons and hens, and we had other birds too. Their life is not different from the life of humans. There are heroes, traitors, killers and all sorts of others. They are cruel and brutal towards their similars and if one shows signs of illness others will kill it.

But the life of the birds is so fragile to leave you with the mouth open. Today is everything good, it's happy and content, tomorrow it becomes deadly ill and all your tentations to heal it are vain.

Our cock was so healthy and happy to have his hens and his life till 2 -3 days ago. He slept on the floor of the henhouse. Than I see him with the tail down, he does not want to move. But he went with the hens for their walk (they are in the garden all days long). My husband controlled what he has and saw, the rats ate him the legs in the night. They ate him alive. And he began to putrefy. Alive. Ans was full of worms.We did everything we could to save him, but we found him worse next morning and my husband had to kill him.

So are the birds. If they become ill is rarely possible they get better...